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Poetry
Loving, Over and Over Again
Loving, Over and Over Again
We circle the same paths
each step a familiar ache
an echo of the last time
we believed it was the end
Your name
a chant in my mind
pulling me back to where we began
where the walls hold memories
that never truly fade
There is no straight line here
only spirals
only the dance
we know too well —
how to break
how to mend
how to break again
In the silence between us
we find new reasons to stay
old wounds still raw but somehow softer
like a stone worn smooth
by the relentless tide
We fall apart
not from hate or anger
but from the weight of love
so heavy it bends us
then molds us together
once more
